Emalyn entered the tent, a smile on her face. Well, that definitely went well. Most certainly one of the better games. (duh).

She took a butterbeer from a table and looked around, sipping it as she watched everyone, a smile still playing on her face. She finally found a seat in the corner of the tent and sat down in it. When she blinked she found that she could have kept her eyes closed for eternity.

Woah...tired? Yes, just a bit. But she forced them open again, and sipped at her butterbeer. Sitting down on a real chair felt nice after all that broomriding.